Ved Buens Ende You, That May Wither
A distant cry...
From whom I perished for?
No...
You are born...
...the winterburden
I bled your tears once
If only I could wither
You, That May Wither
A distant cry...
From what I perished for?
No...
It was born...
The winterburden
I bled it's tears once...
Oh, if only it could wither
Wither in the absence of your thoughts
So I cry...
I cry not only for my spirit in it's living shell
But for the ones who used the lust for me